He got on top of her, eyes dark, filled with hunger. "Want to find out, Mei'er?" Julian whispered, his cock brushing against her thighs.
She shivered, her thighs parting instinctively as the heat of him enveloped her. Her eyes locked with his, instantly drawn in by their magnetic intensity.
"Yes," she nodded, her body arching toward him.
Julian smiled. "Amitabha," he chanted, but Mei'er could sense this "Amitabha" was different—less sacred, more sinful.
Gripping his cock, Julian brought it closer, dragging the thick tip through her folds, soaking it in her slickness.
With slow, gentle motion, he gripped his cock and dragged the tip through her folds, soaking it in her slickness. She was drenched—her virgin body aching for him, yet trembling at the sheer size of what was coming.
"Ahh, Brother Monk!" she cried as the sensation sent shivers through her. Her hands clenched the sheets tighter, anticipation boiling in her chest as she braced herself.
